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Chapter One

A Prelude to Perci

It was a brisk Monday evening in April on the campus of Limestone River University when I met her. At least, I assume it was a brisk evening outside. After taking Prof. Donetski's computer logic midterm in the early afternoon, I hightailed it to my dorm room and sat myself in front of my laptop, shutting myself in so I could properly de-stress. After approximately three straight hours of frying my brain by looking at memes on the internet, the computer screen in front of me, presenting me with humorously photoshopped images of which I've already seen days prior, ceased to entertain me. I removed my reading glasses from the bridge of my beak and rubbed my eyes. With nothing better to do, I succumbed to the boredom and resigned to lounging on my bed and staring at the ceiling until hunger, sleep, or the need to use to bathroom would withdraw me from my inactivity. I closed my laptop, stood up from my workspace, and made my way to my mattress, leaving my glasses on my desk.

Falling onto my bed, I let my head lean over to my left where I noticed the statuelike sight on the other side of the room. Almost completely motionless, was my roommate: a Celebes crested macaque by the name of Rohan Bhola, majoring in medicine and minoring in Italian history. He was right at home lying belly up in his bed with his laptop in front of him, most likely watching whatever British comedy show on whatever streaming service, headphone buds lodged deeply into his ear canals. I felt like saying something to him to make sure he was still alive, and not propped up in position by rigor mortis alone, but I figured it would be rude to interrupt him in the middle of an episode. I turned my head forward, bring my view to the plain, white ceiling that came standard with every dorm. After some time had passed, with the room serene and silent, I found myself floating off into a daydream, approaching a meditative bliss...

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

And then a loud knocking came from our door, shaking us both from our respective equlibriums.

"H-Hello?" I sputtered after the initial shock made me spring up from my pillow.

"Heeeeey, sorry to bother but is Rohan there?" asked a bubbly female voice coming from the hallway.

"Aww, shit..." Rohan sighed under his breath. Reluctantly popping his earbuds out, he made his way to the door. Upon opening it, we were both greeted to the sight of a spectacled poodle with an overgrown black coat of curls covering her head and body. Short, violet waves of bright highlights flowed down the left side of her head, matching the purple gleam of her irises while contrasting the inky, curly mess of the rest of her coiffure. Her outfit consisted of a bright purple shirt underneath her open, black denim jacket and matching black jean shorts. She also happened to have a large, pink backpack laying next to her on the ground by the door. From the looks of it, the bag was filled to the brim, its contents holding the cloth and zippers of the bookbag taut with pressure.

"What do you want, Perci?" He greeted apathetically.

"Rohan, please don't..." she warned.

"I didn't do anything." He fired back.

"You know what I mean."

A heavy silence followed. I couldn't see his face since he had his back to me, but I could certainly sense a rolling of Rohan's eyes aimed at the poodle, whose name was apparently Perci. Or maybe he was biting his tongue, trying to figure out what to say to make sure Perci gave him the smallest headache possible. Given the way he's talking to, she's probably given him a few. "Just tell me what you want, please."

"Well, it's April, so it's getting warmer."

"...And?"

"And normally I'd ask Andrew to do this for me," the poodle resumed, "but right now he's visiting family on the other side of the world. So if it's not too much to ask, would you be okay with grooming me?"

"Wouldn't it make more sense if you went to the professionals?" Rohan inquired.

"It would, but the place just off-campus is renovating right now, which means they'll be closed for I don't know how long. And the closest grooming place is half an hour away, and I don't have a car. So..."

As a bird, I know very little about the grooming habits of mammals, let alone canines. I know that some dogs shed their fur and some don't and... that's pretty much it. That being said, I am very well informed about the avian process of molting. For those who are unaware, molting is simply the plucking of feathers that have become overgrown and bothersome in order to allow new feathers to come in properly. I imagined the grooming process wasn't much different. Instead of plucking, you're just trimming a few hairs.

"You want me to do it?" he asked, in a tone reminiscent of a raised eyebrow.

"Well, yeah." she said as if the answer was written on her forehead. "It's not a problem, is it?"

"And how do I know this isn't an attempt to seduce me?" I should probably mention that Rohan was never the best when it came to talking to women.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Rohan?" she finally popped. "I just want my coat taken care of before it gets hot and the heat makes it unbearable! This isn't some stupid excuse to get the two of us alone to fuck!"

Rohan didn't flinch, even as Perci continued to stare down the dispassionate macaque. The next words out of his mouth would've been his last had he said anything. Fortunately, it was only a few moments after her outburst that Perci ultimately broke her dagger-like gaze and took a few breaths.

"Look," she continued, at a much lower volume, "I'll give you ten dollars for it, okay? Please, throw me a fucking bone, Rohan."

"If I recall correctly the groomers cost twen-"

"I'm not having this argument, Rohan," She interrupted, pointing a finger at him like she was ready to stab him with it. "Either take it or leave it."

Jesus, these two do not get along. It's like I'm watching an old married couple... Wait a minute, oh God, they're exes, aren't they.

"Fine, ten dollars," Rohan sighed, throwing up his hands in defeat. Perci lowered her accusatory finger and picked up her backpack. She took a step forward, and embraced Rohan with a hug. Rohan, albeit begrudgingly, returned the gesture.

"Thank you for this," she amended, "and I'm sorry for arguing."

"S'nothing," Rohan responded, letting go, "Wait, we're doing this now?"

She motioned to the backpack in her hands. "Well, I did bring all my grooming stuff with me. So..." She confirmed, tossing the overstuffed bag over to my side of the room.

"Of course you did..." He muttered, looking to me, and then back to her. "You know my roommate's in here, too, right?"

"I don't mind. He can stay," Perci said, taking off her jacket and tossing it next to her backpack, "or we can do this out in the hallway if he's not comfortable." She added with a wink and a grin.

Now admittedly, I should've known something was up the moment she mentioned grooming. The thing is, however, that I can be a little slow on the uptake sometimes, and it wasn't until now that the alarms started going off in my head. The one thing I neglected to mention about molting is that it happens all across the body, from head to toe, and yes, even in some of the more private regions of the body. Now, aside from some hard-to-reach areas on the back, plucking can usually be done easily by oneself in the shower. Of course, it is not uncommon to ask for help with the process, but since the act of helping with molting usually involves... a certain state of undress, the whole charade can get rather intimate. I've even read that the act is sometimes used as foreplay between couples. Therefore, asking for help is usually only reserved towards individuals that are very close to each other. So, this random woman who may or may not be Rohan's former lover comes in and asks my roommate to groom her, regardless of location or company present, and if grooming and molting happen to be as analogous as I presume them to be, then I had to ask myself: Is she implying what I think she's implying?

"Yeah, no. Get your ass in here." Rohan deadpanned as he moved out from the doorway and let Perci saunter in.

"Heeeeey," She greeted me with a wave, "So you must be Patrigue, right?"

My head was still going a mile a minute about the grooming thing, so it took me a moment before I waved back, "...uh, yeah. Just Pat is okay though."

I soon found myself enveloped by her arms. "Good to meet you, Just Pat. I'm Perci, with an 'I.'" For a poodle, she gave one hell of a bear hug. Out of sincerity, I wrapped my arms around her in exchange, although not as tightly, until she finally decided to let go.

"So quick question: Do you mind if I take my clothes off?" she asked as if she was asking to borrow a pencil.

And there it was. The confirmation. Canine grooming and avian grooving are in fact as similar as I thought. And there I was, pondering if I should say "Yes" or "No" and what the worst-case-scenario to giving either answer would be.

"Is... is that a trick question?" I inquired.

"Why would it be a trick question?" She retorted, "Rohan can't do my body with my clothes on." Of course it wasn't a trick question, but forgive me for feeling like this didn't seem right. In the movies, whenever a guy is seduced by a women he met less than five minutes ago, she's either a spy, a stalker, a succubus, or an alien trying to lay her eggs in you. What's stopping this woman from being any of those things?

Even in most of the fucked up internet erotica, the main characters usually know each other before they tango. There had to be a catch somewhere.

"Yeah, but... you really don't mind taking your clothes off in front of a complete stranger?"

She shrugged, "Not really. I've modelled for art classes before. It's no big deal."

"She's also an absolute strumpet." Rohan interjected as he zipped open her backpack.

"Rohan Bhola, I swear to God." She roared, not even bothering to face him, which was probably for the best. The glimpse of Rohan trying and failing to repress the sadistic smile on his face would have undoubtedly pissed her off even more.

"Peanut gallery aside," she resumed, "I don't mind being naked in front of people. But I can understand if you might not be comfortable, which is why I'm asking."

She was worried about me being uncomfortable? I mean, truthfully, I was, but what did she care? She's about to strip like she's center stage with a pole in front of her and she's worried about me being uncomfortable? It just didn't compute to me.

This was the closest I've ever been to being in an erotic piece of fiction and in those stories, the two (or more) main characters would get to knocking boots without hesitation. They knew what they wanted and didn't have to ask for it to get it. They sure as hell didn't ask any questions about comfort or consent.

Yet, despite the situation, she was making sure I was okay, like a swimming instructor making sure her students were keeping afloat in the deep end. It would have been kind of motherly, had she not been asking about something so... bacchanalian.

Thanks to her, I was stuck between the airs of promiscuity and wholesomeness. Yes, she was making me uncomfortable, but she also had me intrigued. Despite her confrontations with my roommate, a certain je ne sais quoi told me there was actually a lot of love behind those curls. A sexual energy, matched with a deliberate control of self. Something that hitherto I had never witnessed in another, and the possibility of never seeing it again left me apprehensive.

Or maybe I'm waxing poetic and just wanted to see some titties. There was a lot going through my head.

A quick glance to Rohan showed me he was pulling a large tarpaulin out of Perci's backpack and getting ready to roll it out. This was going to happen in this very room, whether I was a part of it or not. "Curiosity killed the cat," the old saying goes. Be that as it may, most people forget the second part of the proverb.

"But satisfaction brought it back." Here's hoping for satisfaction.

"If you're fine with it, then I won't object." I shrugged.

"You heard the man," Rohan insisted, "Take it off!"

"If you insist..." she sing-songed with a devilish smirk.

Perci swiftly turned around, sliding her hands to her sides and grasping the hem of her shirt. With a quick motion, she lifted the garment over her head, exposing her bra-covered chest.

"Do you mind unhooking this for me?" she asked, looking over her shoulder and pointing a thumb to the clasps of her bra, "And no, it's not a trick question."

Smartass. But can you blame me for being anxious? I looked over to Rohan, who had just finished flattening the tarp against the ground, for any inkling of help of what to say. He merely shrugged. I took it as his way of saying, "Just go with it."

"No problem." I finally answered. Sitting up, I reached for the hooks.

It was funny. In comedy movies, the guys would always have trouble with taking off the woman's bra right before the sex scenes, but looking at her bra. It actually looked kind of simple. Most of the hooks came undone by simply pulling the two sides together, like a Chinese finger trap. All I needed was a little bit of finessing, all of the hooks had become unlatched from their respective eyes.

"Got it!" I testified. With my confirmation, she eagerly slid the straps off of her shoulders and flung the garment into the air like a graduation cap, leaving her naked above the waist.

"Ooooh, that feels good!" She purred, embracing the moment. Her hands massaged her shoulders before she let them fall to her front and pay particularly close attention to her now unconfined mammaries. Had she not had her back turned to me, the sight would have certainly been most alluring. After massaging her chest, her arms traveled downward towards her jean shorts. I heard the snap of her front button coming undone.

"Wait!" Rohan interrupted, right as Perci hooked her thumbs into her waistline. Both mine and Perci's eyes darted to the macaque. A pregnant pause filled the dorm as we waited for his coming discourse. "...Slowly."

She scoffed, "Really? And you're calling me a pervert?"

"Actually, I called you a strumpet."

"Same difference." She called back. Not letting the monkey's teasing hold her back, her thumbs pressed lower down her hips, bringing her shorts and her panties with them. Once the garment passed over her hips and was halfway down her thighs, she loosen her grip and let the last remaining articles of clothing fall to the floor.

And there she stood, naked as the day she was born, and yet without shame. In fact, if the way her tail began wagging was anything to go by, she was excited about how exposed she was. I couldn't blame her. Seeing her like this, I kind of felt the same way. I've seen naked women before, in movies and on the internet, but this is the first time I've ever seen one in person. My eyes trailed across her body, taking in the sight of bold, black curls all the way from her head to her toes, across her slender back and her healthy legs.

Confessedly, as my gaze travelled up and down, her wagging tail caught my attention, causing me to linger on the contours of her hips for longer than I intended. Not that I didn't enjoy the sight, but... well, butt. And hers was... cute. It was a breath of fresh air from the internet actresses with glutes inflated like beach balls. This woman was blessed with an authentic, adorable, little pair of cheeks. I almost had to stop myself from reaching out and touching her.

Hell, her tush must have hypnotized me, because without warning, Perci turned to face me, and my vision was still glued to her hips. My eyes refusing to look away, the sight of her cute behind turned away and I was greeted with the amazing display of her mons and the small slit of pink nestled among the black curls covering her below the waist.

"See something you like?" flirted the naked poodle.

As I made an effort to bring my gaze upward and make eye contact with the now bare woman, my attempt was halted as my eyesight made its way across the hills of her breasts. While her coat was dense across most of her body, the hair covering her chest and stomach was thin enough to see her nipples peeking out of from the curly fringes of her B-cups. My God, they looked delicious. Eventually, my common sense came back and I promptly averted my gaze from her nipples and looked her in the eye, silently damning myself for being so easily distracted by her anatomy.

It should be noted, nevertheless, that eye contact with others was never my strong suit. I don't know why, but the feeling of another's peeper locked right onto mine has always been a little unnerving, regardless of the conversation. With her, though, it was even stronger. With her standing there, hands on her hips, head tilted to the side with an eyebrow cocked up, and everything on display, peering into those violet eyes of hers had me like, pardon the expression, a deer in headlights. I could practically hear her commanding me to get on my knees and worship her as the Goddess she is. "I dare you to disobey, you bitch!" Jesus Christ, I need to stop fucking staring!

"S-Sorry," I apologized, looking away and scratching my head. And just like that, she giggled, ruining all pretense of the commanding mistress that entranced me inside the depths of those bright purple irises.

"I'll take that as a 'yes' then." she simpered as she nonchalantly turned and went to make herself at home on the tarpaulin sheet.

Suddenly, it dawned on me that I've been holding my breath since the her pants came off, something I quickly remedied once she was done drilling into my soul. It also dawned on me how tight my pants had become since this whole ordeal. While Perci and Rohan were preoccupied with the machinations of grooming, I made haste in shuffling my lower half to make my erection less noticeable within the confines of my jeans.

Afterwards, I re-entered the scene. Rohan was still rummaging through Perci's backpack, probably for grooming supplies, and Perci was lying on her belly awaiting her full-body trim.

"You remember how to do this, right sweetheart?" she asked, looking over to Rohan.

"Quarter inch, right?" he spoke, pulling out the electric hair clipper he must've been looking for.

"Actually, make it three eighths," She corrected. "It's still a little nippy out." While he went back to digging though the bag for the proper comb attachment, I took the moment to lay back down on my bed and let the reality of the situation sink in.

It's not that I didn't believe this was actually happening (actually, the jury was still out on that one), but I also had to calm myself down. I was nervous as all hell. My boxer briefs weren't doing me any favors grinding against my erection, since I was pretty sure masturbating with both my roommate and his ex-girlfriend/groomee/whatever present would be heavily frowned upon.

But the details of her nude form were permanently etched in my head, even if the view of her body only lasted for a few seconds in actuality. Looking away, the curves of her figure nonetheless resonated in my memory, her perky breasts, her supple hips, that proud stance and dominating smile....

Wait a minute, she was smiling. Perci knew damn well I was eyeing her up like a goddamn pervert, and she stood there with her hands on her hips, totally neglecting to cover herself. She wasn't just unafraid to be naked in front of others, she was proud, nay, she wanted to be seen this way, in her most natural form. Does this mean she's a pervert, too?

The low sound of buzzing pulled me from my thoughts. I looked to my side and saw Perci, eyes closed, laying on her stomach on the sheet. Rohan was straddling the skyclad poodle as he brought the clipper to her lower neck. Once the cutting tool reached her coat, the buzzing grew louder as it dug into her curls.

With the humming of the cutting tool against her back, her body jolted at the touch, gasping at the sensation. Perci must've been ticklish, because her breath continued to shudder as Rohan dragged the trimmer across her shoulders, trying and failing not to squirm underneath the macaque's movements.

"You know, it would really help me out if you didn't move." Rohan snarked.

"Mmmmm," the skyclad poodle sensually moaned, ignoring the macaque's criticism as he lowered the comb of the clipper from her shoulders to her back.

I couldn't believe it. Rohan was bestridden atop a beautiful siren, who was reacting to every single touch with sounds of pleasure, and he was unimpressed. What kind of shit did he have to go through in order to be this half-hearted about her?

Actually, that wasn't the only question I had about the two of them. How did the two of them meet? What kind of life did Perci live in order to make her become such a free spirit? Is she a porn actress? Do either of them have any mental disorders? How often does Rohan usually shave Perci down like this? Why are they acting like something as hedonistic as this is just business as usual?

I wanted to inquire. Truly, I did, but the topics were too taboo to ask about straightforward. I would have to start out with casual chit-chat about the weather and family. Of course, being university students, conversational subjects would also include upcoming school events and our respective majors and minors, and maybe even the oft discussed debate which teachers were awesome and which teachers were assholes. After a few months of that, then they'd drop their emotional shields and open up to me about their past trials and tribulations that made them into the unique individuals they are today.

*GRRRRRRRRR*

Or I could go to the dining hall and get some food for my growling stomach and leave my questions for another time. I shouldn't be thinking so deeply with an empty stomach anyway. My hormones could also use some time away from the porn intro taking place less than ten feet away from me. Every way, I looked at it, one thing made sense.

I really fucking needed a grilled cheese right about now.

I jumped up from my bed, grabbed my belongings off of my desk, and stuffed them into my pockets. "I'm gonna go get some dinner."

"All right," Rohan shrugged.

"Hold up!" Perci resounded, "Rohan get off me for a sec!"

"What for?" Rohan puzzled even as he shifted off of her all the same.

With the monkey literally off her back, Perci hopped up to her feet like an acrobat and shook herself free of any loose trimmings before sauntering my way. "I have to say goodbye."

Uh oh! "You really don't hav-" Too late. Before the words were out of my mouth, I was being violently hugged by a mass of ebony curlicues, her head laying atop my shoulder, her bust pressed against my chest.

I was near-catatonic from the shock. I wasn't able to react until I saw Rohan leering at me and making a circle with his arms, signaling me to do the obvious. Without thinking, I curved my arms around her to return the gesture. However, in doing so, I came across a sensation that dumbfounded me even further: the warmth of her rich, black coat. My hands against her back, I could detect the differences in the areas in which Rohan had cut and the areas he had yet to do so, but her body heat against my palms, the skin to skin contact, caused the act of a simple hug to elevate to a borderline transcendent experience. While the embrace went on, I couldn't control myself from curling my fingers inward, digging into her back, wanting more of that fervor, depraved as the action may have been.

And she didn't fight it. Not at all. Instead, she welcomed it, grasping my body tighter. Oh, the thoughts that were running through my head. How I could bring my hands farther down, clutching that beautiful ass of hers. How I could bury my face into her neck and leave her with the biggest hickey I could muster under all that fur. How I could caress those mammaries until I could drink the milk out of them.

If only Rohan wasn't there waiting for us to let go of each other.

At last, her grip on me loosened, and I followed suit. Letting go of me, she peeked downward before facing me. What was she... my erection! My pecker was grinding into her waist, and she knew damn well it wasn't just something in my pocket.

I half-expected her to call me out on it, maybe crack a joke about my size while she was at it, but she didn't. She just stared back at me smiling. However, this was not the devious smile from minutes before. Her brow was unfurrowed and her lips curved evenly and naturally. This smile was free of flirtation or dominance. This one was honest, giving her next words genuinity and heart.

"It was nice meeting you, Pat. I'll see you around."

As she spiraled back to Rohan and his grooming her, I momentarily pondered her farewell. As simple as her message was, it was almost as if she was kissing me goodbye with those words.

Coming back down to Earth, I quickly patted my pockets down, running through my checklist of necessities before leaving. Wallet. Phone. Glasses. Eyeglass case. Dorm key. Got 'em. With everything in tow, I slipped out the door, accidentally slamming it on my way out. I cringed at my mistake. She's going to think they were giving me a panic attack, or maybe she thinks I'm going to jerk it in a men's room stall. I wasn't exactly sure which one was worse. Honestly, with the stiffness still lingering in my groin, I was seriously considering the restroom stall.

Whatever. I needed food. Food always helps a butty mind, and my mind was butted with warm, dark curls. Shaking the persisting thoughts in my head, I hightailed it to the food court.